Tuesday, February 7, 2012

I hate to admit that American Idol inspired this post, but it's true. I watched the first few minutes of yesterday's episode with my idol fiend mama, and they were playing this piano version of "Where Is My Mind" by The Pixies to a rags-to-riches (and what, I supposed, aimed at being a sweetly nostalgic) montage of Carrie Underwood's career since her lowly days on the farm.

Now, why this song was considered the best soundtrack, no clue.

But it's absolutely beautiful and haunting, and I found a couple other great covers during my search, also included.

Monday, November 28, 2011

a. I just finished reading The Great Gatsby last night.
b. It is far too late for me to still be up reading blogs, but here I am.
c. I was literally just getting ready to close up the 'ole macbook when whaBAM, I came across the coolest art that I've found in a while.

"Chapter four of F. Scott Fitzgerald's The Great Gatsby reads like a VIP guest list of the Jazz Age. Taking inspiration from those pages, this poster is comprised of the business cards and personal stationery of the movers and shakers that attended Gatsby's parties in the summer of 1922."

And sure enough, pp. 61-63

"From East Egg, then, came the Chester Beckers and the Leeches, and a man named Bunsen, whom I knew at Yale, and Doctor Webster Civet, who was drowned last summer up in Maine...From West Egg came the Poles and the Mulreadys and Cecil Roebuck and Cecil Schoen and Gulick the state senator and Newton Orchid, who controlled Films Par Excellence...Benny McClenahan always arrived with four girls...I have forgotten their names...and their last names were either the melodious names of flowers and months or the sterner ones of the great American capitalists whose cousins, if pressed, they would confess themselves to be...

...In addition to all these I can remember that Faustina O'Brien came there at least once and the Baedecker girls and young Brewer who had his nose shot off in the war."

Oh, and I mustn't forget the lovely Miss Golf Pro Herself...

I WANT.

[Btw, the title quote is Patrick Bateman on business cards in case you were stumped.]

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

"You live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world, and you believe you are living. Then you read a book… or you take a trip… and you discover that you are not living, that you are hibernating. The symptoms of hibernating are easily detectable: first, restlessness. The second symptom (when hibernating becomes dangerous and might degenerate into death): absence of pleasure. That is all. It appears like an innocuous illness. Monotony, boredom, death. Millions live like this (or die like this) without knowing it. They work in offices. They drive a car. They picnic with their families. They raise children. And then some shock treatment takes place, a person, a book, a song, and it awakens them and saves them from death. Some never awaken."